Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Wen Nianyuan's movements froze, and he turned around immediately, staring at the inn door sharply.

The inn was surrounded by formations that he personally set up. In this world, there may not be any people who can break through his strange armor and come so close to the inn without a sound, but they are definitely very few.

At least, his inn, which is known as one of the three most mysterious places in the rivers and lakes, has never had anyone come to the gate uninvited and smoothly.

But now, after they had just returned from the ghostly and empty Thunder Mountain Villa, when there was no one around in the middle of the night, they heard such regular knocking on the door.

"Hush—" Qixian raised a finger, shook his head towards Wen Nianyuan, made a gesture of silence, and glanced outside the door, signaling everyone to be calm.

Several people just sat or stood like this, staying in place like puppets, as if there was no living person in the house.

Probably no response was heard, the uninvited guest outside the house waited for a while, and politely knocked on the door three more times, no more, no less, neither too fast nor too slow, and even the sound was so even.

Uniform as if not human.

Maybe as long as no one comes to answer the door, the knocker will keep knocking like this endlessly, three times and three times, like a tarsal maggot, or a personable and patient gentleman.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Qi Xian suddenly got up, and the white shadow flashed, and he had already floated to the door, and opened the door almost as fast as a stone fire.

Wen Nianyuan's heart skipped a beat, he didn't even expect Qixian's move, presumably the visitors outside the door would be even more caught off guard, but it's more likely that there are dangers outside the door that no one can predict.

He was secretly annoyed at being half a step behind, but his feet were already closely following Qixian's footsteps, pulling Qixian past him, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, I'll come."

Qixian took a staggered step, turned her head to look at the face that was close at hand, her gaze fell to Wen Nianyuan's hand that was pulling him, and the corner of her mouth asked calmly, "Where are you pulling?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in Wen Nianyuan's eyes, only to realize that in his desperation, he was pulling Qixian's belt. Half of the clothes on the other party's body had been loosened. Blowing, even more empty.

He quickly let go of his hand as if he was being burned, but Wen Nianyuan felt something was wrong again, and with Qi Xian's eyes expressionless, he pulled up the belt again, and tied it tightly for him.

Qixian didn't move or speak, and let him fiddle with it, because there was no one outside the door.

Nothing but the moon and the breeze.

And this didn't make people let down their vigilance, on the contrary, it was even more shocking. In fact, Qi Xian stepped on the spot where the three knocks sounded to open the door. It can be said that the knocks only fell when he opened the door.

In such a short period of time, how could the people outside the door disappear without a trace?

In other words, was the person who knocked on the door just now really a human?

Ning Xiumao and Qingtong stepped out of the door, their faces were also horrified, Ning Xiumao squatted down, scanned the whole ground, wiped it with his finger, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, his brows were tightly frowned.

Not even footprints.

When everyone was looking around, Wen Nianyuan suddenly felt a trace of murderous intent, this is his inn, even Qi Xian, could not be more familiar with this place than him.

A strange atmosphere intruded into his territory, which made him vigilant intuitively, as if he had a premonition, he closed his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the string hanging on the inn that had been dark red for many years. Lanterns with faded colors.

"There," he said.

When everyone looked up, they saw a sword hanging quietly above the string of lanterns.

Ning Xiumao flicked his whip, he had already taken the sword, and after a glance, he handed it to Qixian.The other party took it, looked at the vaguely familiar scabbard, pursed his lips, and slowly drew the sword out of its sheath.

As the sword body was pulled out, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the ears. It was the roar of the sword. According to legend, famous swords and sabers all have spirits, and their bodies have different images. They are unique in heaven and earth.

"It's Ye Leiting's Thunder Sword." Qi Xian looked down at the sword body, the sound of wind and thunder still lingered around her ears, the stars and moon competed in the sky, and the melting silver light was reflected by the sword body, flashing a clear light and shadow.

Qi Xian could see half of his face from the narrow mirror-like blade, strangely and silently, as if he was looking at him.

He returned the sword back into its sheath fiercely, turned around and walked back to the house without saying a word, and waited for Wen Nianyuan, Ning Xiumao and Qingtong to follow in, and with a wave of his sleeve, the door of the inn was slammed shut by a strong wind.

Turning around, Qi Xian threw the sword on the table, looked up at the entire inn, "Someone is watching us."

"Ye Leiting is still alive."

"This is a warning."

Three sentences, one sentence is shorter than one sentence, but each sentence is more horrifying, hitting everyone's hearts heavily.

Qingtong's body felt cold for no reason, and as Qi Xian's voice fell, he even felt that just above the beam, between the door and the curtain, there were pairs of malicious eyes secretly spying on them.

Although he used to be honest with Wen Nianyuan in the past, he never stopped Wen Nianyuan from letting his son rest in the inn, because even for a person like him who is good at stealth and concealment, the inn is very safe.

But now, obviously, this place is no longer an impenetrable fortress, but has become a spooky land.

Even everything in the inn to prevent outsiders from entering may eventually become the culprit of trapping themselves.

For a while, everyone was silent.

The other party's warning was obviously very effective.

If their opponents are so tyrannical that they can come and go without a trace by their side, then taking their lives is just a matter of chance. How can such a warning not be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

There were suppressed breathing sounds in the room one after another.

"The meaning of sending the Thunder Sword is that Brother Ye's life is still in their hands, and they want us to stop here." Wen Nianyuan looked at the sword, with a faint fire flickering in his eyes, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

For most Jianghu people, weapons may be more important than their own lives. For most warriors, if they want to let their weapons go, they must die or be completely controlled by others.

The sword is in the sword, the sword is dead, and the death of the sword is not empty talk.

Now that the Thunder Sword is here, even if Ye Leiting is still alive, it is conceivable that Ye Leiting will be in a very difficult situation.

"Since we have worked so hard, I want you and me to stop. It's a dream to take the heads of all of you. Brother, why do you think he took so much trouble to warn us?"

Ning Xiumao's eyes suddenly lit up, he pointed at Wen Nianyuan and said with a smile: "Your mind is not only full of lewd/obscene things, you can also turn around."

...Wen Nianyuan felt that there was nothing lewd/obscene in his mind, but for some reason, he involuntarily glanced at Qixian, and looked over at the other person's eyes, feeling a little embarrassing.

Qixian closed her eyes, as if she had no other intentions, and said solemnly: "Call the police but not kill us. One, the other party does not want to kill us for some reason; two, the other party cannot kill us because of certain problems."

"It's impossible not to kill us. It seems that there is something about us that they taboo or need, so they can't kill us for the time being, but they don't want us to investigate the case too much, so they have to spend so much time and effort." He warned us to stop." Ning Xiumao shook his finger.

Qi Xian nodded, his lips parted slightly, Ning Xiumao thought he still had to analyze the case, but saw the other party slowly stretched out his hand to cover his lips and yawned, his words were full of tiredness, "Since you don't want to kill us, why don't you kill us?" Everyone, rest, it's late at night."

... So, after experiencing such a thrilling ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night, after they tried their best to analyze the case and the other party's intentions, Qi Xian came to such a conclusion just to go to sleep?

Ning Xiumao really felt that he was already a very unruly, unruly and unruly person who deserved to be beaten, but at this moment he suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Now he suddenly felt that he understood the way his former colleagues and Xiao Qingtong looked at him, so he decided that he must treat these people better in the future.

"...Forget it." He put down the hand holding his forehead, and after looking around Wen Nianyuan and Qixian, he had deep doubts about the very simple "sleep" in his imagination.

He also became more suspicious that Wen Nianyuan's pulling of Qixian's belt just now was an accident.

He felt he understood something.

He watched Wen Nianyuan go upstairs protecting Qixian with deep eyes, turned his head to look at the young man beside him, and restored his playful smile, "Xiao Qingtong, where is your room?"

Qingtong glanced at him without knowing it, "No."

"Huh?" Ning Xiumao raised his eyebrows in surprise. He thought Qingtong was just saying it casually, but when he looked carefully, he felt that the other party was serious, so he couldn't help but blurt out, "When Qixian usually sleeps here, Where are you resting?"

"On the beam."

"Their room?!"

"Hmm." Qing Tong felt that sometimes Ning Xiumao seemed to have deep thoughts and other times he seemed to be purely out of his mind. For example, at this time, he is the young master's piano boy and the young master's shadow. Otherwise, where else would he be?

Ning Xiumao's face almost turned green, "Then when they do...do not despise anything, you—"

When Qingtong realized what he was talking about, her ears turned red immediately, thinking that this man also said that other people's thoughts are obscene/obscene, what is he thinking about in his mind on weekdays!

"Do you think Mr. Wen might still let me stay?" Don't look at Wen Nianyuan's temper to Qixian, who is so good-tempered that he doesn't have a temper, and who is so possessive like a wolf cub, how can he let others look at Qixian? The style on the string bed!

Moreover, not long ago, in this inn, this old man had clearly struggled with similar problems. Was he really forgetful when he was old?

Qingtong silently turned around to leave.

Ning Xiumao hooked his collar, "Where are you going?"

"Vigil."

"..." With the young man's exclamation, he found that his feet were off the ground and he was flying into the air. Before he could escape, he was caught firmly. It was so close that his mind went blank for an instant.

The author has something to say: Twist thanks to Yifeng for throwing a mine~Qinghua threw a mine~Qinghua threw a grenade~Qinghua threw a mine~Qinghua threw a mine~Qinghua threw a grenade~

The next update will come soon~ Meme (*￣3￣)╭